I Don'T Know

I don't know... if we could walk again in the rain snuggled close under one umbrella sloshing in madness into wet streets unmindful of the sheets of water slapping our faces. I don't know... if you still remember running futilely to catch taxis that never seemed to be empty and we would laugh instead and sit for hours in the park until dark. I don't know... if wherever you are right now you could still look up at a clear still night find our own particular star pluck it out from the sky into your hands to wish on. And I don't know... if the remembering of us will give you pain instead of warmth as it does me, for the dreams we wasted and thrown away in careless defiance of our perceived chosen destiny. I just don't know... @jjote 0830/2015